Trophy Scars Extant lyrics

At 6 AM I was counting large stacks of cash
You were feasting on the body of an angel in a taxi cab
Though the driver was scared
We paid him not to care
Cheers to our youth, angel blood, and the heavens, and our reckless past

At 3 PM we were full and asleep back at home on our leather couch
We woke at 9, took a shower, I watched you dress,
I helped you button up your bright blue blouse
I ask you “What's your favorite state?”

You shed a tear and said “Not tonight.”
“So what you wanna do babe?”
You roll your eyes and say “Not tonight.”

And I think of your face, years ago on Easter day
How you looked at my face
When we went dancing in the pouring rain